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The spring rain has been lingering for seven days. Song Yuyan originally wanted to go out after the rain stopped, but every time she planned to go out, it would start to rain, so she had to put on a half-worn coir raincoat and a damaged bamboo hat to follow the road in her memory. I rushed to Biezi Mountain.

The coir raincoat is woven from palmetto leaves and coir raingrass, it can only cover the upper body, the lower body is covered with skirts...the Song family doesn't have one, so you will definitely get wet when you go out.And the level of medical care in this era is worrying. If you are sick, you have no money to see a doctor. This is why Song Yuyan always wants to wait until the rain stops before going out.

But Tang Haogen negotiated a date with the supervisor of the lumber yard. When the loggers entered the mountain, she had to rush there, and she had no choice but to go out in the rain.

Biezi Mountain is about five miles south of Cixi County. Because the shipyard is in the northeast of Mingzhou City, at Taohuadu on the edge of Sanjiangkou, the distance to buy wood yards should not be too far from the shipyard. It can't be too far, so the location of Biezi Mountain is relatively optimal.

Calculated at walking speed, it takes two quarters of an hour to walk the five miles. Considering that the road is muddy and difficult to walk in rainy days, it takes a little longer to walk.

When she found the entrance to Biezi Mountain, the rain turned into a drizzle.

There were many people logging on the mountain, and there were people coming and going at the foot of the mountain. Song Yuyan found a suspected supervisor and explained his purpose to him. When the other party heard this, he said, "Oh, you are Song Dalang, Tang Dianshi's friend! Liu Jian is not here, but Liu Jian mentioned this matter to us, and said that if you come, he will let you go in and chop bamboo."

After speaking, he ordered a logging man to lead Song Yuyan the way.Song Yuyan thanked him repeatedly, and then followed the man into the mountain.

Most of the bamboos in Mingzhou are moso bamboo, which is also known as Nanzhu or Nanzhu.Because of the huge pole shape of moso bamboo, it can not only be used as a building frame, but also because of its good nature, it has become the material of choice for various hand-woven products.

Of course, there are also types of bamboos such as red-shelled cold bamboo and Huaruo bamboo in Mingzhou and even Zhejiang Road, but those bamboos are mostly used for ornamental purposes, not the goal of Song Yuyan's trip.

In fact, the season for cutting bamboo should be in the winter when it is dry and the eggs have not hatched, but the common people don't pay attention to these things, and Song Yuyan doesn't cut down a lot, so there is no need to think so much.

"How about this pole?" The man patted a pole of moso bamboo and asked Song Yuyan.

Song Yuyan saw that the bamboo was as thick as the man's arm. The green color of the bamboo was yellow-green, and there was a layer of hoarfrost on the skin.The stems of the whole pole of bamboo are about ten meters high, straight and upright, and she couldn't help but feel happy.

"This pole will do, you have a good eye! By the way, do you dare to ask your name?"

The man was praised by Song Yuyan, and his sensory impression of her improved a lot. Hearing this, he said, "Miangui's surname is Bai, his first name is Baican, and he is the fifth in the family. You can call me Wulang!"

"It turned out to be Bai Wulang. My surname is Song, and my name is Yuyan. I live at the top of my family."

Bai Can grinned: "I know, when the supervisor called you just now, I heard it."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed the axe and said, "We've met each other once, and I'll chop this bamboo for you!"

"Thank you, Shiragoro!"

"Thank you, it's just bamboo, it's much easier than cutting down trees." Bai Can didn't say much, and started to work with a swing of the axe.

Song Yuyan sighed again, there are still a lot of good people in this world!

A pole of bamboo fell down within a few strokes. Bai Can helped Song Yuyan cut off the tip of the bamboo, then divided it into about ten sections with a saw, and tied them with straw rope prepared by Song Yuyan.

At the end, he asked: "Do you want bamboo shoots?"

Song Yuyan changed his mind, and said: "No, Bai Wulang has helped me so much, and I have nothing to repay, so I will give it to you! But considering that you have to continue logging, I can take these bamboo Go out and sell the money, and after selling the money, I will give it to you."

Ten catties of bamboo shoots can only be sold for six renminbi, so this is really not a big gift.But Bai Can knew that she didn't help much, and Song Yuyan's intentions showed that she was sincere.

So he said: "I don't want the money anymore. If you still remember me in the future, you might as well come and have a drink with me!"

"That's a deal!"

Bai Can helped tie up all the bamboo shoots again, and asked Song Yuyan to carry them down the mountain.

One pole of giant bamboo plus two bundles of bamboo shoots weighed at least a hundred catties, which weighed more than her body weight.Fortunately, the rain had stopped, otherwise her journey down the mountain would have been more difficult.

She sold those bamboo shoots at the foot of the mountain. These bamboo shoots weighed about twenty catties, but because of the rain, they would add some weight, so she sold them for ten yuan after bargaining.

Song Yuyan put away the ten essays, and was going to buy some wine to thank Tang Haogen, as well as the capital to treat Bai Can to a drink the next time he saw Bai Can.

The way back was always longer than when it came. Song Yuyan carried the moso bamboo on his back, and it took him half an hour longer to get back to the county seat.

However, the tattered straw sandals and her feet had long been muddy and she could not see them. She saw a puddle on the side of the road, and then stretched her feet in to scratch it.

……

Tang Zhi came back from the vegetable garden, and when he passed the official road leading in and out of the county, he saw a slender young man playing in a puddle. It has been washed away, but it seems to be addicted to playing, and both feet are stepped in, and the still clear puddles must be muddied before giving up.

The last time Tang Zhi saw this kind of play was a neighbor's child, but Song Yuyan obviously did not belong to the category of children, and he didn't know whether to call her childlike or childish.

The weight on her back forced Song Yuyan to put away her playfulness, and she left the puddle with unfinished thoughts, and when she looked up, she saw Tang Zhi watching her quietly.

Tang Zhi's expression was not as guarded and questioning, or fierce as before, but a little gentle, and she was slightly taken aback.

"This little girl is younger than me next year, but this look looks more like a mother than my mother." Song Yuyan, who had never enjoyed her mother's loving care, murmured secretly in her heart.

However, she was very happy to see Tang Zhi, so she waved her hand: "Miss Tang, did you just come back from the vegetable garden?"

Tang Zhi had seen Song Yuyan smiling without a straight face, and she had seen her sinister smile when she was resentful, but he had never seen her smile so bright and pure, and his heart was sour.

With this smile, she couldn't be Song Yuyan.

"Well, are you going to Biezi Mountain?"

Song Yuyan deliberately waited for her to approach before walking side by side with her. Hearing this, he said, "Yes, I just came back from there. I have to thank Tang Dianshi for this!"

"There's nothing to be thankful for, I just don't want to owe you anything!" Tang Zhi said.

Just as Song Yuyan was about to say something, out of the corner of his eyes, he suddenly saw a wine jar placed in the thatched shed next to the official road, and a young man was yelling: "Selling wine, spring rain hits the window, the wine is fragrant, come and taste it Lie!"

She wanted to buy some wine for Tang Zhi to bring back to Tang Haogen, but she was worried that the wine outside was not very good. After all, the wine was homemade, and she didn't know if drinking it would damage her body.

After she hesitated, the wine vendor met her eyes and shouted happily, "Song Da!"

Song Yuyan: "..."

Well, it seems that it is one of the friends the original owner knew.

Song Yuyan quickly turned to his memory, and had a clearer understanding of the young man in front of him.

The young man's name is "Meng Shui Tuan", and he is from Jinchuan Township like Song Yuyan. superior.

And the Meng family has always brewed their own wine and sold it as a subsidy for the family, especially when it was the turn of Meng Shuituan's generation.

Although wine has always been monopolized by the government no matter in the Tang Dynasty, the Five Dynasties or the present, but in some small places, the enforcement is not so strict.

In Mingzhou, folk brews are allowed to be sold [-] miles away under the rule of Zhoucheng—generally, the wineries in government-run breweries can be contracted and operated by private people. If the sale affects the overall income of the government, there is no government control.

The wine brewed by Meng's family would not kill people, but it is a small family workshop after all, and the raw materials and technology of making wine are not as good as those of the wine shop, so only ordinary people will buy it and taste it.

The original owner bought wine with Meng Shuituan a few times, and played with a group of bastards, so they get along as buddies.

But neither the original owner nor Meng Shuituan at this time knew. Two years later, the reason why the original owner was killed by the government was also related to Meng Shuituan.

The author has something to say: Yam has its own liking bonus plug-in.

The monopoly of wine is mentioned in "Song Dynasty Jiangnan", but this system is very complicated, and it will not be clear for a while, so I won't talk about it here.